Be Pretty

Be pretty 
Be good to the cat when i die 
For you may not know that i used to lie 
In that place in the sun he loves so much 
When the house was silent and free of mockery 
I used to lie there and plot and scheme 
Till one of us should fall 
It must be me or reading this will mean nothing 
It must be me but know that 
When you lie in that place in the sun 
I will be the sun's fingers 
Caressing your neck 
And your blushing cheeks